He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 128 The Educated Youth: Her Radiant Beauty

Wen Yan glanced back at him.

After the first time, the second time went much smoother. Although his ears were red, his gaze towards her was anything but innocent.

His eyes were dark and intense, like those of a hunting beast. He strode forward with his head slightly lowered, secretly plotting how to devour his prey.

"Are you just standing there and not helping me clean up?"

"it is good."

Shen Que received the order and stepped forward to arrange her belongings, laying out a blue floral checkered sheet and a matching duvet cover. The soft cotton quilt was just like her.

Shen Que noticed a piece of irregular white fabric on the quilt cover. He reached out and picked it up, and two thin straps dangled down.

This is--

His eyes widened, his bronze skin flushed with irregular red, and he just stared blankly at the corner of his clothes, at a loss.

The tall figure stood there motionless, making him stand out conspicuously. Wen Yan turned around to look at him in confusion, only to see him clutching his undergarments, his face burning red.

Two rough knuckles rubbed together the soft fabric, his eyes unusually dark.

Wen Yan felt a surge of heat rush to the top of her head.

She leaped over, snatched the small clothes, and swiftly shoved them under the covers in just three seconds.

She was embarrassed and annoyed: "Shen Que!"

"I'm here." The man's voice was low and he seemed at a loss, not daring to look her in the eye, yet his gaze lightly swept across her flushed face several times.

My ears are hot, my hands are hot, and my heart is even hotter.

It's been over a month since autumn began, but why is the wind blowing into the room still so hot and dry?

Seeing Wen Yan's shy and angry expression, Shen Que felt he should apologize: "I'm sorry, Yan Yan, I shouldn't have... I shouldn't have taken your clothes without your permission."

He stammered, and the more he spoke, the more uncomfortable Wen Yan felt.

Her legs were itchy, so she went over and kicked him. The kick, delivered with all her might, felt like she'd kicked a metal plate, and ended up hurting herself.

"What are you made of? You're so hard!"

Wen Yanqing looked at him accusingly with her gentle eyes, both ashamed and angry.

"That's hard, kick it there next time."

Shen Que bent down, pinched her ankle, and pulled it towards the softer muscle in the center of her calf, his dark eyes following her panicked gaze.

Wen Yan's tense nerves snapped. She forcefully pulled her foot back, but the man held on tightly, his eyes deep and dangerous.

He pulled hard, and the person fell towards him and nestled in his arms.

Wen Yan leaned on his broad shoulders, momentarily stunned. Shen Que seemed like a completely different person.

One moment he's restrained, the next he's unrestrained.

Wen Yan was enveloped by his wild and deep gaze, like a lamb drawn into a hunting pen, and felt a moment of fear.

"Scared?"

He stared at her, his hands gripping her waist, his voice low and deep.

"Moving in here... is like throwing a lamb to the slaughter." He leaned closer and breathed into her ear, his hand holding her waist trembling slightly.

Shen Que regretted it again. She still needed to return to the city and shouldn't have gotten involved with her.

He could easily help her find a trustworthy family.

Shen Que's eyes darkened, and the fragrance in his arms was like an addictive poison; the moment he touched it, he was no longer himself.

"It's not too late to regret now."

"You bastard!"

Wen Yan was really angry. She pressed down on his shoulder and pushed him back. Shen Que was not paying attention and was pushed so hard that he stumbled and fell onto the bed.

Wen Yan climbed onto the bed and sat on his waist and abdomen, straddling his sides. Shen Que stared at her blankly.

"Snapped!"

His bewildered handsome face tilted to one side.

Was he beaten?

Shen Que slowly turned his head, only to see Wen Yan slap him again with all her might. The little girl had to use all her strength to slap him, and she was so unsteady on her feet that she was sitting on him.

He silently reached out and helped her up.

"Shen Que, are you out of your mind?!"

Wen Yan's chest heaved, her palms burned, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"You...you don't want me to move in...just say so, you're scaring me, and you're kicking me out..."

Her voice choked with sobs, and she made a move to hit him again, but when she saw the red handprints on both sides of his face, she couldn't bring herself to do it.

"Slap." Shen Que did it himself.

"sorry."

“You…” Wen Yan was stunned, her tears stopped glistening, and she grabbed his hand that was about to slap her again.

Shen Que looked up at her, his neck veins bulging, his eyes redder than his own.

He's playing the victim again.

But Wen Yan felt terribly sorry for him.

A moment of silence fell over the scene.

“Let’s have a proper talk,” Wen Yan said, looking at him.

Shen Que shifted slightly, and Wen Yan, thinking he was about to leave again, leaned down to support her on his shoulder, a smirk playing on her lips, her eyes glistening with tears: "Let's talk like this."

Shen Que stopped moving.

"Why did you want me to move in yesterday?"

Shen Que did not answer, and Wen Yan pretended to shed tears.

"Because I like you," Shen hurriedly replied, but then froze.

"Oh, I see." Wen Yan nodded knowingly, then narrowed her eyes: "Then why do you want me to move out now?"

"Because... my background is not good."

"that's all?"

Shen Que was stunned. Wasn't this serious enough? He thought Wen Yan didn't understand the deeper meaning of the sentence, so he explained it in detail.

“You are an educated youth, and you will definitely return to the city later. If you have any connection with me, a corrupt official, you may not be able to go back.”

"so what?"

You should stay away from me.

"Slap." Wen Yan slapped him again, she really hated seeing his self-destructive and pathetic state.

Shen Que was bewildered. Why was he being attacked again?

Did you ask me if I wanted to go back to the city?

Shen Que's eyes brightened slightly, and a longing in his heart prompted him to speak. His hoarse voice revealed his nervousness: "Do you want to go back to the city?"

"think."

A bucket of cold water was poured over my head, and my heart turned completely cold.

“I will go back to the city, but definitely not through the connections introduced every year. I will go back by taking the exam.”

Her eyes sparkled; she was determined to pass the exam and return.

It's 1976 now, and there's still a year before the college entrance exam is reinstated. A year is more than enough time.

Shen Que's eyes dimmed and then brightened again, and his hand holding her waist tightened unconsciously.

"Hiss, it hurts."

Shen Que quickly let go. He knew that he had a strong grip and didn't know his own strength. He had been holding her for so long, and her waist must be red.

Hearing her cry out in pain, I immediately thought of getting up to find some medicine to apply to her wound.

As soon as he moved, Wen Yan couldn't sit still, and in the end, she fell into his arms again and again.

Wen Yan found it funny; she had never seen him so clumsy in all the time she had known him.

She used both her hands and feet to get off him, tugged at her clothes which were bunching up, and walked straight to the door. She heard Grandma Shen calling her.

"Xiaoyan, come here, Grandma made breakfast, would you like some?"

Grandma Shen walked over with her cane, and when she saw Wen Yan, she said kindly with eyes full of love. Then she glanced at her grandson lying on Wen Yan's bed, and her heart jumped into her throat.

Good heavens, how did her eldest grandson end up in that female educated youth's bed? His clothes are all messed up, he doesn't look like a decent person at all.

She glanced furtively at Wen Yan's red eyes, and her heart skipped a beat: "Xiao San, did you bully that educated youth? Tell the truth!"

The stick made a loud thud.

Shen Que was stunned and quickly got out of bed: "Grandma, you've misunderstood."

Wen Yan was also a little embarrassed, and quickly followed up, "Grandma, you misunderstood. We...we're fine. I just accidentally bumped into something."

"Then how come he's in your bed?"

Grandma Shen was suspicious.

"He...he accidentally fell down there," Wen Yan frantically tried to cover it up.

Otherwise, how can you say she pushed him?

She even went so far as to sit on her grandson, slapping him while shedding tears?

Crazy?

"Shen Que, don't you think so?"

"Yes."

Grandma Shen reluctantly believed her, and after reminding the two of them to eat, she left.

She has several chickens at home and needs to make some chicken feed.

Wen Yan breathed a sigh of relief, then turned around and saw Shen Que emerge with several bright red handprints on his face...